You flipped through the pages of the Death Note, looking through all of the names that your boyfriend has written, all the names of criminals that have died of heart attacks soon later.
He hummed lightly as he sat down on his bed next to you, wrapping one arm around your waist to pull you a bit closer to him, the sides of your clothes bodies touching.
Light was always his true self around you, his love for you was true, unlike his ‘love’ for the girls he played around the university. You weren’t sure whether you agreed with his ideals or not, but either way, he’ll keep you to himself.
“They deserved it,”
He mumbled as he rested his chin on your shoulder, looking down at the Death Note with half-lidded eyes.
He didn’t care if you agreed with his ideals or not; you’re his. If you tried to go against him, he’d find a way to get you back.
“Don’t feel bad.”
He said as he took back the Death Note, putting it back into its secret hiding spot before sitting back down next to you.